Book 4 : Chapter 54

An hour later, I found myself piled in the back of a truck with six or seven of Andrea's men and the light in my life, Luciano. Andrea still roamed the drive, going from truck to chuck and giving orders whilst we just sat patiently. I still had no idea what exactly we were waiting for or why I was involved but I suppose it was an entertaining break from day after day of existing solely in that house which was beginning to drive me insane.

Luciano sat next to me, far too close to comfort. Space was not abundant but there was no need for such extreme proximity.

"Are you a half-wit?" Luciano hissed in my ear.

I was well accustomed to insults from Luciano but this one seemed to come from nowhere.

"Why the fuck didn't you shoot him?" He added in a low growl.

I looked up at him and frowned, "who's side are you really on?"

"Just answer the fucking question," he snapped.

I looked down at my hands, "I couldn't. I don't know why."